I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...

March 13, 2016

Sylvilagus transitionalis (Bangs) The New England Cottontail

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.”
― Richard Adams, Watership Down

i've only ever thought eyewasthe great seasonal confluence of iconography determining nothing dimensions mention ed in passing third person field arrays and pulse wave pattern seekers cling weary tenacious bones what do soulsdecide deride incise mete and mean, for instance is value constant fluctuationa conifer consensual-ity or thirsty cycle moorings untied are the ides of march field and bramble living chant reach...i confer with a coin-op next to a thriftstoregreen enamel painted tin, collecting clothes i will steal into it later on when no one is lookingi am over here right now smoking a cigarette still high wearing stain whet goatskin breath winethere are some times when i dare the universe to listen while pretending i work the night shift sleeping in my car with night wrapped around me so that I can be woken by the birds just before sunrise i drink coffee at this convenient store watching a real world go by i scrape and claw making sure my mind is still inside me \walk unseen behind the dumpster to peesay things to myself that i want to say out loud about howthankful i am for what the wind bringsthe weather for one and frankly that's enough for mebut it also eats our skin cells and tells us when it is time to do things both with certainty and happenstance-ish opportunity well, you did leave a dish out for the fae when you prayed to your no one special, right? white anglo saxon protestant declarative patina is i've only e ver thought aloof roof was great perspective maybeihavewhite privilege maybe afew perks definitely i could not help but see the way more melanin increases awareness of differential treatments even low income housing where everyone was poor and connected by subsidy how you decorate walls with pictures and things that turn you on when nothing matters but pleasing the senses is the same, whoever you are...growing up supposingpoets grind sum day(s)maybe do we all press smells, share class warfare titillation civic structural religions papacies with codes of conduct for public and private affairs fanaticism between the lines in the dark capture-womb-camerasof our blinks...there must always be an adherence to what semblance of familyseeps through to you from where ancients seeold coal chute ghosts laced with lace kerosene and other easy fuel smells we learned to live with like thin bread and zig-zag back stairwells that lead to back alleys...i don't remember exactly when i decided structured society was full of shit and that i'd rather be a weedprobably cause i knew early ear to the ground age young this world didn't give a fuck about you and faith was becoming scarce